“Valor,” I groaned, licking my lips.
“What’s it going to be?” She leaned up on her elbows and lifted an eyebrow. Our eyes locked and held. “Are you going to waste away and endanger everyone on the estate? Or are you going to come and take what I’m offering? It’s yours.” Her head rolled back, leaving her neck exposed.
My self-control snapped.
In a blur, I was between her thighs, my tongue stabbing deep into her pussy, eating her with hard strokes and long licks.
“Lachlan!” she cried out, her hands buried in my hair.
“You taste so fucking good.” I made a meal of her, dragging my tongue over her clit with rough strokes, then sucking it between my lips.
“Omigod,” she chanted, her hips rocking, riding my face.
I lashed at her clit, then stroked my fingers into her, angling them for her G-spot, then rubbing it with each thrust. My hunger blended with lust, turning my head into a swirling storm of need. “So wet. So slick. So fucking sweet.”
Her breath caught and hitched as I mercilessly drove her forward without finesse or patience. This was no tender lovemaking, no gentle foreplay. I wanted her pleasure, and I would have it, pure and simple.
Her thighs tightened around my ears, and her breathing changed as her skin flushed. She was close.
“Come for me, Valor.” It wasn’t a request.
She screamed, her hips arching violently against my face, and I drank her down until the last shudder wracked her body.
I ditched the sweatpants and prowled up her naked form, baring my fangs. The line between who I was as a man and the beast I was as a predator was blurring, disintegrating with every second I waited.
“Feed.” Her passion-glazed eyes met mine, and she tilted her head.
I hissed, fighting it off. Just a few more seconds.
“God, Valor,” I groaned, taking my cock in hand and positioning myself at her swollen entrance. “I need to be inside you.” My need to consume every ounce of her, to lay claim, was second only to my need for her to love every fucking second of it.
She lifted her knees and locked her ankles behind my back.
I drove home, filling her with a single thrust.
We both moaned.
“You’re so damned perfect around me.” I withdrew slowly, then slammed into her again, bringing the stars just a little closer. “Can you feel this?” My hips circled, grinding into her.
“Yes!”
“Mine,” I growled, knowing she might not agree. Wasn’t that half the fucking fun about having her as a mate? The constant challenge?
“Yours,” she whispered, burrowing her hands in my hair.
Fuck yes.
I struck, my fangs sinking into her skin and tapping her vein as my hips drove on with hard, deep strokes.
She gasped, but it wasn’t in pain.
Her blood hit my tongue, and I groaned. Sweet citrus, honey and spice. No one had ever tasted better. No one ever would. I sucked at her with deep draws and felt her body tighten as my hips thrust wildly against hers.
She whimpered and moaned.
I took her in every way possible. Mine. Mine. Mine.
So. Fucking. Good.
Her body coiled beneath mine, going taut as the pleasure of the feeding mixed with the sex pushed her right over the edge and into another climax.
She came and came, her body rolling under mine in waves as I fed and fucked her through it.
Her heart’s galloping beat slowed slightly, even though her pussy still rippled around my cock in her orgasm.
I had to stop.
Her safety was paramount.
I groaned against her neck and took one last swallow, then licked my tongue over the tiny puncture wounds, sealing them shut and jumpstarting her healing process.
I sucked her blood from my teeth, then kissed her deep, twining our tongues as I let my hips swing with abandon, slipping my hand between us and stroking her to another climax as I found my own. The world exploded around me, breaking me into a million pieces while somehow putting me back together, forging me into something stronger.
Something that belonged only to Valor.
My heart soared, filling me with a feeling that consumed everything I had been until this very moment.
We were both boneless and panting by the time it was over.
I rolled to my back, bringing her to rest on my chest. I didn’t want to crush her, but I couldn’t let her go. I needed her against me, skin to skin.
Fuck, I wanted my blood on her tongue, too. Wanted her to carry my scent not just on her skin but in every molecule of her body.
“That. Was. Incredible,” she said between heaving breaths, her ear against my heart.
Could she hear how its beat had changed? I sure as hell could. It may as well have spelled her name out in Morse code because it belonged to her. She’d risked her safety—her life—to feed me, and that sacrifice had decimated whatever barriers I’d had left.